Oh Pan, how could you do the unthinkable and grow up? You promised we’d happily inhabit
Neverland forever, crowing the dawn into existence, sharing feasts with fantastic
Friends and fiends. You taught me to fly, but without you the gift is but another
Form of transportation–lonely, neck straining, wind-battering air travel.
The Lost Boys still sing your praises, I can only cry. My tears turn into streams, then into
rivers. Come back Peter! We can pretend you never left. Pretending is what we do best.
I purchased this bracelet a couple of days ago at Magnolia Mercantile, a funky, fun little shop in Tallahassee, Florida. The saying on the bracelet forced me to write the poem. Honest.
Notice the cute little Tinkerbell dangling from the chain. Is this perfect or what?